He Changed Me (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Eighteen

Travis’ Point of View

            So far, Seth hasn’t shown any sign of grieving and that worries me. A lot. I want to believe he’s fine like he says he is but I can’t. I can’t begin to comprehend it. What I can do though is be there for him now when he needs me.

            I try not to let it show but I’m so torn that my stupidity almost cost him his life. To have heard that that happened to his mom and sister and he came home because he needed me only to walk in on that. Fuck. Nigel would kill me if I told him about this. Mom would kill me. Dad would kill me. I’m sure even Michaela would kill me.

            Sighing, I studied his sleeping face. Last night I convinced him to go back to my room with me. There were stipulations though. I had to change the covers and the pillowcases—basically disinfect my bedroom. In my mind I knew he was exaggerating but I didn’t say anything. He had every right to feel that way.

            Hunter informed us last night that the funeral will be on Tuesday—which is tomorrow. When Hunter told Seth he only said “okay”. I hope he’s not lying to me. I hope he’s not hurting and suppressing it like—I’ve learned—he always does.

            Seth inhaled deeply before his eyes fluttered open. Smiling faintly, he moved closer to me. I removed the arm that I was lying on from beneath my head and instead slid it underneath Seth’s so that I was hugging him. Audibly, he sighed, tightening his arm around me.

            “How are you feeling?” I asked.

            “Would you believe me if I said I don’t know?”

            “Why don’t you go take a warm shower?” I suggested. “I’ll go make us something to eat in the meantime. And remember we have to go get…” I stopped talking before the words left my mouth. I kissed him on his forehead and got out of bed.

            “We have to go get our suits for my mother and sister’s funeral. You can say it I’m not going to crumble.”

            I wish you would. At least I’d know there’s still something inside of you. I didn’t say that though, I nodded instead and walked out of the room. I want him to be okay I really do. What I don’t want is for it all to be crashing down on him at once.

            Looking down, I realized I wasn’t fully dressed. When I got out the shower this morning and saw Seth sleeping in my bed I couldn’t resist going back to him. I went back to my room to get dressed and I heard the shower running and for some odd reason the memory of Seth moaning my name in the guess bathroom flashed through my mind. With a groan, I drew my eyes from the door and went to the kitchen to make breakfast…or brunch in this case.

            I went to the fridge, got my favorite fruits and cut them up to snack on while I made brunch. Seth thinks it’s weird that I like junk food, I eat out a lot and I still eat healthy. He thinks it’s contradicting. It kind of is, I guess.

            I got the overripe bananas from the holder, peeled them, put them in a plate, and sprinkled some lemon juice on them. I got the recipe and started mixing everything together.

            I felt his presence before he was even near me. It was only a few seconds after I felt him I actually felt his hands wrapped around my waist and his head resting on my back between my shoulder blades. Sighing deeply, I let go the whisk and turned to face him. Without a word our lips connected and the butterflies exploded in my stomach. There’s some nostalgia about being able to kiss Seth again. I don’t understand it. I don’t understand why we’ve done this a million times before. Maybe it’s all those dreams I had. Maybe it’s all the longing and wishing and hoping and reminiscing I’ve felt and done.